“No.”
“Mine!”she growled again, and I stared into his pained eyes.
“I’m sorry.”
“No. It’s not…”
“Please, just let me?—”
“No.”
Whirling around, I ran out of his room, bursting into mine.
I expected the space to be empty, but Dante sat on my bed, waiting for me in his silk sleeping pants. Relief slammed against my body in so many ways when I saw him, and I ran to him, hugging him.
“Well, hello to you too.” He smirked over my lips before kissing me, and his kiss was everything I needed.
Passionate. Hungry. Soft, and indulging. Reassuring. Safe.
“Are you okay?” I breathed once he let go of my mouth.
“I am, I promise.”
“I was so worried about you… When you disappeared like that?—"
“I’m sorry I scared you,Cuore mio.I just had to help Isis, and I was already depleted.”
“I know,” I interjected, gripping his neck, and pulling him down for another kiss.
“Not that I’m complaining, but I didn’t quite expect this warm welcome from you. I thought you were pissed off at me.”
“I was.” I sighed, feeling a little more like myself. “I am.” I smacked his arm, hard, which made him smirk at me. “Don’t you ever talk about me behind my back again.”
His mouth opened to explain.
“Not even to Anastasia,” I scolded. “If she wants to know how I am, or what’s happened since I got here, or if you and I are together, she can ask me to my face.”
“Sir, yes, Sir!” he answered, touching two fingers to his temple.
“Stop it.”
Dante chuckled at that, but his gaze said he could see right through me. “What happened?”
“What do you mean, what happened?”
“Well, you came running into your room after leaving D’s and?—”
“You knew I was in his room?” I asked, mortified. Did he just catch me cheating on him?Shit!Wait, I hadn’t cheated on him, had I? Crap, this was so confusing.
His eyebrow arched in a way that said nothing happened in his penthouse without him knowing about it. “Of course, I knew. TheTwilighttold me. Now, why don’t you calm down, and tell me what happened?”
The darkness told him?!
StupidTwilightratting me out.
“I’m so sorry, Dante, I…” My eyes fell from his in shame, but laughter escaped him in response.
He actually laughed at me.
